I wake up in the morning after a night of seeing you.
My body aches and the bruises are blooming.
As I look in the mirror I see your fingerprints snaking it’s way from the back of my neck to just under my chin, flashes of you holding my neck as you fucked me so hard from behind, run across my mind.
I close my eyes and remember where your hands were and I slide my hand over my hip and it hurts. I look and there is a bruise again in the shape of your hand on my hip. You were holding me so close to you that it left marks.
The sting of the welts on my bum from where you spanked me, those will need ice.
The bite mark on my left ribs, my lips are red and tender from the kissing you unleashed on my mouth…
It was like you were hungry and I was the food.
I feel myself getting wet thinking about it, I slide my hands down, I’m so tender and it hurts so good.
I touch my clit and remember your mouth sucking on my little clit, your finger inside me and I’m so wet again…
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